bad girls don't cry {brendon urie x reader}

{take me back?}

i arrived at pete and patrick's house but before i got out of the car, i grabbed the extra syringe full of heroin i kept in my glove box along with the cocaine. i quickly shot up the heroin and put the syringe back in the glove box. i hopped out of the car and grabbed my bag. i sleepily trudged to the front door and knocked.

  i heard shuffling from the other side as patrick answered the door. he smiled but it faded when he noticed my puffy red eyes. he pulled me inside and took my bag from me.

  "what happened, y/n? i thought you went to gerard's house." patrick asked as he lead me to the couch.

  "yeah i went there. i left after mikey kept trying to kiss me." i huffed.

  pete barged in, "he what!?"

  "he kept putting his hands on me and tried to kiss me multiple times. i told him to stop but he wouldn't. i tired pushing him off me but he wouldn't budge. i rolled off the couch and sprinted out of there." i explained.

  "i'm sorry, sweetheart." the boys enveloped me in a tight hug.

  "today has been a rough day. i just want to go to bed." i said.

  "unless you want to share the spare room, your gonna have to sleep on the couch." patrick said with a sad smile.

  i gave him a questioning look for him to continue but before he could say anything, brendon walked downstairs. he didn't notice me so i curled into a ball on the couch. pete and patrick gave me weird looks.

  "hey, guys. did you invite someone over? i thought i heard a girl talking." brendon asked.

  "uh, nope. no one's here, bud." pete lied.

  "whatever." he walked over to the other couch and sat down, still not noticing me, "what are you guys doing then? it's like two in the morning."

  "um, nothing. we were just talking." patrick said.

  patrick moved his arm and elbowed me in the eye. i winced and brendon noticed me.

  "what is she doing here?" he sassed.

  "she is here because she needed somewhere to go." i sassed back.

"we will leave you two alone." pete whispered and grabbed patrick by the collar. they went to their rooms which left me and brendon alone.

  "where did you go?" brendon asked.

  "when?"

  "before you came here, dipshit."

  "mikey and gerard's house." i mumbled.

  "of fucking course you did. you couldn't keep your hands off him. you fucked didn't you?" he yelled.

  "no" i shyly replied.

  usually in arguments, i yelled and sassed whoever was yelling at me. at that moment, i was terrified of brendon. i could tell he was still very angry, aggressive, and drunk. i'd rather deal with drunk bean boy then drunk angry brendon.

  "mhm sure. so, what did you do over there then?" he questioned.

  "sober up and then i'll tell you."

  he stepped forward and grabbed my arm, "tell me what the fuck went on over there." he yelled.

  "mikey tried to make plenty of moves on me, even pushing me down on the couch after i cried about you for an hour. he tried to use me when i was vulnerable. i could've let him do whatever he wanted to me, but i didn't. i ran out of the house and came here. do you wanna know why i did that?"